Argento called out through the door. The water was off; at least he’d remembered he wasn’t an invalid.She patted Jordan’s knee and stood to take care of her other broken misfit. He had pulled the curtain open, and his man parts were modestly covered with the towel. But his legs were not, and they were just as glorious as his torso. “Do all guys look like you,” she wondered as she stared.“You’re kidding, right?” He offered her his hand to help him up, but instead she took a towel off the rack.“Why do you need me in here for this,” she asked as he grabbed a hand rail on the other side of the shower and pulled himself up.“I didn’t need you, I just wanted you.” The towel fell to the shower floor, and he was indeed wearing boxers. They may have been modest when dry, but wet the thin material clung to everything and left nothing to the imagination. She closed her eyes quickly and held the towel out in front of him. “I thought I told you that last night.”He wrapped the towel around his hips and reached out for her, but she ducked and escaped.
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